Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.